Last night was a very big night in our house. It was the Daddy/Daughter Dance for which my daughter had been waiting on the edge of her seat for weeks. She absolutely could not wait for this special night with her dad. She was even more excited to be going on a double date with her best little girlfriend and her dad (who just so happens to be one of my husband’s favorites of all the dads). So, it was a win-win situation for both parties involved.
It was no shock to anyone who knows my daughter that she picked out the pinkest dress she could possibly find in her closet to wear. She had two very important wardrobe stipulations: it had to be VERY pink, and she had to be able to twirl in it. Her final selection covered both of these criteria. Because she was going on a date with her daddy, we decided that he should probably coordinate with her outfit. So, we went shopping yesterday afternoon for a pink tie to go with my husband’s suit. Now, I wasn’t even sure if he would actually wear a pink tie, but I figured he wouldn’t be able to resist my daughter in all her dolled-up charm. We even took the dress along to the mall to make sure we picked out just the perfect shade. My daughter was very particular about which tie looked best, and of course, following in the footsteps of her mama, she had her heart set on the most expensive one. What can I say? The girl’s got good taste!
As an added bonus, my husband very sweetly decided to stop at a florist on his way home from work and pick up a little flower corsage for my daughter to wear with her dress. Unfortunately, they didn’t have one small enough, so, instead, he bought her the absolute cutest little bouquet to carry. She was over the moon when he gave it to her, and I almost cried at the extreme cuteness before me.
We took lots of pictures before they headed off, my husband decked out in his pink tie and my daughter clutching her tiny bouquet. They raced off, and I had to wait in anticipation for hours to hear about the details of the evening. My son and I went out to dinner with some friends in the meantime, so that he didn’t feel left out of all the fun. When my daughter and husband finally returned home, it was more than obvious that they’d had an awesome time. My daughter had so much fun dancing that she didn’t want to come home. Apparently, she’s a dancing machine just like her mama. It was definitely a very sweet moment that I’m sure they’ll remember for a long time. Now it’s time for a Mama/Son Dance, so we, too, can get our groove on….